Somebody have mercyAnd tell me what is wrong with meSomebody have mercyAnd tell me what is wrong with meSometimes I don't know how I standThe things this woman do to meLet me tell you, when I think about how she do meThe tears fall down like rain, like rainWhen I think about how she do meThe tears fall down like rain, like rainWhen I think I got her chained downShe starts actin' up againOh let me tell you, I'm goin' down to the bus stationWith a suitcase in my hand, yes I amI'm goin' down to the bus station with a suitcase in my handYes I amI'm gonna grab me an armful of GreyhoundAnd ride just as far as I canSomebody have mercyI wonder what is wrong with meSomebody have mercyI wonder what is wrong with meSometimes I don't know how I standThe things this woman do to meI'm standin' here wonderin' babyWill a matchbox hold my clothes?Yes I amStandin' wonderin' babyWill a matchbox hold my clothes?Yes I amI've got a long way to get thereAnd I got-a some time to go